Chapter 34

Rajani wiped her tears away, breathing heavily and leaned back against him, trying not to shatter to pieces. What was she supposed to say to him? It was her decision, her mistake, to marry John and now she had to go through hell to get divorced. It was going to be a war and Rajani had to stay strong, but all she really wanted to do was be alone and have a good solid breakdown.

"I-I have to go." She couldn't use her voice, whispering again. "You have a very important match tonight you need to focus on. I'm fine."

"Darlin' you can't just run off, we don't know where Glen is." Taker said patiently, knowing she wasn't thinking clearly -not that he blamed her-, nor was she 'fine'.

No one in her position would be fine after finding out everything she just had. Hell, his own mind was still spinning after that revelation. At the same time, he was able to push it aside because Rajani needed him.

"You need to stick around until he's found." Taker gently turned her around so he could stare down into her dark chocolate eyes.

"Kane..." Rajani closed her eyes and suddenly shoved away from Taker, shivering from head to toe, a flashback flooding her of him kick starting her heartbeat to 'save' her from an overdose. "H-He brought me here...said he had to tell and show me something..." It had to do with John, everything that happened Kane knew. "We have to find him, Taker." She suddenly turned to face him, gently placing her hands on his chest, pleading eyes boring into his emerald stones. "Please. He knows everything and there is no way John will tell me the truth. Kane will. I-I know Kane has done some...despicable things, but...somehow in his own sick way he's trying to help me, I think..."

Taker arched an eyebrow, wondering if this was her displaying symptoms of Stockholm's Syndrome or something. Kane trying to help her? That seemed highly unlikely given everything he had done. What it sounded like to Taker was Kane had gotten tired of being John's lackey and decided to air some dirty laundry for his own twisted amusement. Because Kane –Glen- did have a seriously sick and perverse sense of humor. Something Taker had once admired, until it affected the woman he was in love with.

Not so funny anymore.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like he's helping me because kidnapping certainly isn't helpful. But what else does he want from me then? If he's been working with John all along, then he knows EVERYTHING, including your attack." Rajani pointed out, slowly pulling her hands from him to fold in front of her chest. "I don't know about you, but I'm tired of these games and I want answers. I want to know exactly why John said that Kane should stop. Stop doing what? Aren't you even a LITTLE bit curious?" Granted, after clocking Kane in the face with a crowbar to escape, Rajani was going to need help and protection, hoping Taker would assist her with this so she didn't have to face Kane alone.

"Of course I'm curious, but I'm not about to go off huntin' him down either, not right now." Taker said reasonably, very grateful for his ability to focus on one thing at a time and process them as they came. He would have been fucked otherwise. Of course, this processing thing was working a hell of a lot better now that he knew where she was: safe in his arms where she belonged. "One: he's probably hidin' somewhere waiting for us to come. Two: it's WrestleMania, shit backstage is already nuts. How did you get away from him?"

"I don't care if it's WrestleMania!" Rajani snapped, sniffling and could already feel the pieces of her heart shattering into even tinier pieces, slowly turning to dust. "I hit Kane in the face with a crowbar. H-He had me in the boiler room or somewhere in the bowels of the arena. He nearly killed me with ether and..." Rajani swallowed hard, not wanting to tell Taker about what else Kane did, though it had saved her life. "He touched me...He overdosed me with ether and...had to kick start my heart by scaring me. Please don't make me face him alone, Taker. He wants to kill me now because of what I did..." He rejected her, this was the least he could do for her.

"Jani, you're not going to face him alone." Taker said firmly, his lips pinching into a thinly compressed line. Kane had nearly killed her...and then touched her to kick start her heart...He was going to kill Kane. "And not tonight, not if you bashed his face in with a crowbar." He was proud of her for that, hoping she had shattered the idiots face, hoping said idiot hadn't been wearing his mask at the time. "He's probably pissed, which is going to make him even more dangerous than usual." They were going to have their hands full, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to leave, Jani?" He asked, raking a hand over his very short hair. "I'll take you away from here, darlin', but not to him, not tonight." Not when he had just gotten her back.

"You've lost your mind, tonight is WrestleMania. You can't leave and I know you won't let me leave without you." Rajani knew she was right just by the way Taker looked at her, confusion entering her eyes. "Look, I'm just gonna go back to the hotel and..."

His finger pressed against her lips, silencing her effectively and Rajani could only let Taker pull her back into the nuthouse with him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he guided her to his dressing room, ignoring everyone who stared at them and her. Rajani didn't care what anyone thought at the moment, all that mattered was she was back with Taker again. Taker was honestly expecting Stephanie or Alex to be waiting in his dressing room. When he had left them, Stephanie had been giving the order for John to be locked in one of the holding cells generally reserved for unruly fans until the police could sort them out. He knew she was also likely to issue an arena-wide search for Kane, and he wished her the best of luck because she was going to need it. He made sure to check his room, making sure it was empty before turning to face her, taking in her gown, her hair and smeared makeup. Not saying a word, Taker walked over to her, bent down to cup her face in his hands and kissed her.

Rajani couldn't push him away even if she wanted to, placing her hands against his chest and melted against him. His kiss was so much better than John's, everything about it felt right and complete. Whatever had been missing was suddenly falling into place in that one simple kiss. Did he want her? Or was this just a mercy kiss to try calming her down? Rajani didn't know, but it damn sure felt like he wanted her in all ways. She would figure it out later, right now all she wanted was to be in his arms, having missed him like crazy. Obviously somewhere along the line they had a serious miscommunication issue and Taker pulled away, his brow furrowing as he regarded her thoughtfully.

"Earlier, you said you only married Cena because you thought you'd been rejected by the man you really wanted." He said softly, eyes searching hers. Rajani had gone off and married that twit right after whatever that episode in his hotel room had been with his friend/doctor.

"Y-Yeah..."

Rajani's head was currently spinning, blinking several times and suddenly remembered what happened the day Taker rejected her. Her lips were slightly swollen and Rajani was taken aback by Taker pulling away from her, though it wasn't that surprising. He was doing it again, screwing with her emotions by first kissing her and then pulling away like last time.

"Your match should be on soon." That was totally random, but Rajani had to break the silence that stemmed between them somehow.

Taker stared down at her like she had lost her mind, glancing at the clock. "I should start gettin' around for it, but there's still plenty of time." He said slowly, sensing another communication issue approaching and frowned. "What's going through your mind right now, Jani?" He asked, watching the play of emotions flickering across her face.

"Too many things to list off right now, Taker."

That was really a stupid question, though Rajani wasn't about to point it out. She missed being called Jani; he was the only one who called her that. It was their special quirk. If he wanted her to come clean, then he would do it first. Though Taker should've been focusing on the task at hand, which was getting out of Hell in a Cell with Paul Levesque alive.

"What's going through your mind, Taker?"

Taker wasn't worried about Hell in a Cell, not when it came to Paul. There would be no repeat of last year, he wouldn't be the one who was wheeled out because he couldn't stand. If Shawn Michaels knew what was good for him, he would call the match down the line and not pull his little 'in the palm of my hands' crap. If he did, well...Taker would have to send Michaels to meet his maker several years ahead of schedule.

"Who was the man, Jani?"

Why couldn't he let this go for now? Rajani had been through enough tonight and she really didn't want to get into a fight with Taker of all people. Did she act stupid and pretend like she didn't know what he was talking about or just come clean?

"Now isn't the time to discuss this, Taker, not with your match coming up in just a little while." Third option: avoid it as much as she could and Rajani was taking it.

"Nice diversionary tactic, darlin', this conversation isn't over." Taker informed her, letting Rajani know flat out he knew what she was doing and had only won a temporary victory. "Where are you going to be during my match?" He then asked, walking over to his bag, pulling out his trunks. He wouldn't put it past her to either take off during his match or try hunting Kane down, neither option worked well for him.

"I'll stay in here and wait for you, but I'm locking the door. Unless you wanted me to stay somewhere else?"

When Taker shrugged, Rajani took that as it was acceptable for her to stay in his dressing room, cracking a hesitant smile. They would definitely be talking about what she said later on that night and Rajani would be ready then hopefully. Either that or she would use another diversionary tactic, but Taker seemed pretty hell bent on finding out who she was referring to. Hell, he probably already knew and was just trying to force her to say it. He was going to let Stephanie know Rajani would be staying in his room for his match, and demanding that a guard be posted nearby, just in case. These doors were sturdy, but still breakable. Taker wasn't taking any chances. Frowning slightly, he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked, just in case she tried to bolt. He sincerely hoped she didn't because, if he had to chase her with his tights halfway down his ass, that would anger him.

When Rajani saw Taker had disappeared into the bathroom, she looked at the door and knew if she didn't leave, he wouldn't focus on his match. She'd only said she'd stay in here to wait for him in order to get him to back off. "Sorry Taker." She whispered, rushing to the door and tossed it open, running down the hallway as fast as she could toward the exit. Rajani just needed sometime to herself, to reflect, alone. Taker wouldn't let her have it so Rajani was going to force him, not caring about the consequences at the moment.

She had absolutely nothing on her, but knew Stephanie had a room booked for her. On her way out, Rajani had run into Alex, who handed over her bag with damaged cell phone, informing her that Stephanie had gotten a limo and it was waiting for her outside to take her back to the hotel. Rajani thanked him and headed in that direction with her bag over her shoulder, not stopping. Seconds after Rajani had left, Taker came storming up and all Alex could do was STARE. Taker was obviously, or had obviously, been in the process of getting ready for his match. He was barefooted, his chest bare, and his tights were...not in the proper position. They were on, but...bunched around his ass and not his hips.

"What...the...HELL, Deadman?!"

"Alex, why are you...screaming...uh... wow...That is a very pale ass..."

Taker kept on trucking.

Rajani practically dove into the waiting limousine and slammed the door shut, the locks instantly engaging. "DRIVE!" She shrieked, looking out the tinted window just as Taker came stumbling out the door, silent tears sliding down her face. This wasn't goodbye. She wasn't leaving town as much as she wanted to, but after what Rajani found out from her husband, she really needed time alone. If Taker couldn't understand that, then it was his problem.

Cursing, Taker stood in the doorway, watching the limo hauling ass out of the parking lot. Sighing, he reached down and pulled his tights up properly, not about to hear one more crack about his...crack. WrestleMania, he was a living legend and he had just ran through the building with his ass hanging out. Just so he could catch a woman who had pulled a fast one on him.

"Dirty play, darlin'." Taker muttered, turning back to go inside. He had a show to do, he'd just have to track her down later.

Once Rajani arrived at the hotel, she immediately went up to her suite that Stephanie generously got for her. She stepped inside and tossed her bag against the wall, flipping the deadbolt. Alone. She looked down at her left hand, the pain suddenly came back and washed over Rajani at the mistake she made by running off to Vegas with John. Tears streamed down her face as Rajani suddenly collapsed on the bed, curling up in a tight ball and proceeded to have the breakdown she desperately needed.

"So, ass hanging out and everything huh?"

Considering they were heading out there in less than 10 minutes, Levesque wanted to die early. Taker's mind was already distracted, knowing Rajani was probably locked up in a suite. For her sake, he hoped she wasn't answering the door for anyone and being extremely cautious. After being kidnapped by Kane and all the attacks she'd suffered lately, Rajani would need eyes in the back of her head.

"Fuck off."

"I heard some of the Divas got some cell footage from it, you know, on their uh...cells..."

"That'll be all over the internet, wait and see."

Taker was going to murder someone tonight, he simply knew it.